Raymond stared at her, fork suspended. Then his expression moved through several things in rapid succession: dismissal, reconsideration, and finally a rigid blankness she recognized as a man deciding how to manage a situation he hadn’t anticipated.
“That’s nonsense,” he said.
Leah’s voice stayed even. “Is it?”
Trevor set down his fork and looked at his father. “Dad, what is she talking about?”
“Nothing,” Raymond said. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
Leah looked briefly at her phone — not to reveal anything confidential, but to confirm a single detail she already knew from public state filings, regulatory records, a vendor audit document that had been indexed on a third-party server before anyone caught the error. Enough to know she wasn’t mistaken.
She looked back at Raymond.